The walk to the throne room was filled with silence. It wasn't awkward, it was just tense. Any guard on watch who saw them stood at attention immediately, and stared at Sir Lancelot and Artie as they passed.
This only made Artie more nervous, while Sir Lancelot grinned from ear to ear.
"They are excited to see you crowned." He whispered as they turned down the hall that the throne room was in. Artie could begin to pick up on the voices that filled the air, and her nerves began to get to her.
"How are you so sure?" She whispered back and Lancelot chuckled.
